Sunday, December 29, 2013

Greener Grass

Today's prompt words in bold.

He rode the white mechanical rodeo bull in his basement, his head teasing the ceiling with each lunge. Aching muscles helped him see through his current life’s fog. The argument had been the same, another long day at work, another missed event, another reason for him to drift off to a wistful time and place.

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About Jim Harrington

I discovered flash fiction in 2007 and have read, written, studied, and agonized over the form since. My Six Questions For . . . blog (http://sixquestionsfor.blogspot.com) provides editors and publishers a place to “tell it like it is.”